CHAPTER 6: A HERO IN A SUIT

Isla’s pov.

The man, who crouched in front of me, stretched out for my bag, about to take it.

My mind seemed to vindicate slightly as I gripped the bag away from him. I wasn't about to allow these people to take from me.

Not that there was cash in there.

He snarled at me. My strong will aggravates him. My heart threatened to leap off from the cage my ribcage had formed, but I still couldn't bring it in me to let go.

“Do think we are here to play house with you?” he cocked his almost in-existence brows.

I doubt his large frame would fit into the house, I had wanted to let him know but I ignored him. Looking at the dirt at the tip of his shoe.

I was frightened and I am sure he could tell. He leaned closer to my face. Reaching for the bag again. “Let go of it” he growled. His bad breath mingled with booze and cigars nearly had me in a chokehold.

The power in his breath, oh God.

His palm connected with my cheek and the sound of a slap resounded in my ear and my cheek began to sting. Fucker had slapped me.

“You answer me when I talk to you”

I looked up at him, glaring at him with disgust. My wolf was on the brink of showing up, wanting to remove his head from his body.

But I remembered I was in a human town. They would only tag me as a monster. I think I have had enough of name-calling just for two lifetimes.

“Maybe a little lesson would teach this bitch how to behave,” one of them said from behind but I had no idea who.

I got up on my feet, my finger latched tightly to the strap of my bag.

“Come near me and I will have your head for breakfast” I snapped. Daring them with a glare.

“What a Spitfire '' another voice commented, This time it was a black-skinned man, and his head was covered in a vernie. With little scars on his face.

“Boys, come hold her down” two people inched forward to me. They were testing my and my wolf’s patience.

One of them pinned my hand down while the other grabbed my hand. I struggled against their hold, wishing inadequately I had a fire affinity. I yearned so badly to steam them to ashes.

The man, who I have come to assume was the leader, stood up at his full height coming straight for me.

He traced his slimy fingers from my neck to the swell of my breast, smiling.

I still struggled against their hold. I know what was about to go down. He was going to rape me.

“Get away from me, you bastard” I spat on his face.

He wiped his face with his palm and oh boy was he angrier than before.

He was certainly going to obliterate me now. I have no thought as to why the moon goddess felt I haven't had enough misfortunes to keep mailing me more.

He gripped each end of my top and tore it down. Instinctively I try to bring my hand forward to shield me from the lust that was in his eyes as they settled on my chest.

He grabbed my breast roughly and began to squeeze. I cropped up a whimper on being violated like this.

“You would have just given us the bag. I doubt we would have to do this. I am not complaining though.” he grinned.

“Help! Help! —-” his fist landed on my belly, punching my breath out of me.

“Shut up, whore”

Then everything comes crashing down. The name callings, I go stiff in their hold.

I wanted to fight for myself, something I had never done but my voice had failed me. I just stood there crying, wincing in pain.

“Don’t you think it's too early for this shit?” a relaxed voice spoke up.

His hand stilled on their torture, turning back to see the culprit. I got a clear view of the man. He was dressed in a suit, the power screaming off him would have people bowing down but not these animals.

“And who do you think you are?” the man to my right asked, annoyed he had interrupted their fun time.

“Let go of the lady, then we can talk” he ordered.

“I doubt we would be doing a lot of talking” The leader charged forward to him, aiming for his nose.

The enigma man easily dodged his attempt for an attack and sent him to the floor groaning in pain with a punch on his jaw.

The men let go of my hand and also charged forward, I crossed my hand to my chest watching as they both went tumbling down without a sliver of dirt on the man’s clothes.

He looked at the men lying on the floor, then he looked at me.

And I swear I could feel the spark fly. My heart was pulling me in his direction but I stood in my spot, watching him furrow his brows in confusion.

He must have felt it too.

He took a long stride toward me, pulled off his jacket, be urged me into it.

“Are you alright?” my skin tingled as he held my cheek delicately, I heard him suck in a sharp breath at the contact.

“Yeah I am fine” I bent down and picked my bag off the floor. Anything to distract me from this captivating connection I felt with this man.

I’d be stupid acting on it, knowing how the last one had gone down.

“Are you heading somewhere around here, I could drop you off.” He glanced at the duffel bag I had on my shoulder.

I shook my head. “I am running away from home”

The word home brought a vile taste to my mouth. It was nothing of that sort to me.

“I don’t want to pressure you to tell me what happened,” he said warmly “but this place is anything but safe”

“Are there any inns nearby?”

He shook his head. “You can stay with me for a while, till you find a place to settle down”

The offer was tempting, but I would only be a disturbance to him.

“I could just stay at an inn” I argued.

“I insist” A smile broke out on his face and at that moment he had me bought.

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Trees had turned into houses, I could tell we were in the city with how busy it was.

He pulled over at the front of a white building.

The place he lived was a mansion, not a house. He led me upstairs to where he had told me my room would be.

Everywhere was designed with luxury but it also had that comfort to it.

“You live alone?”

“Yes, why?” He laughed, my expression must have set him off.

Opening a brown door, he gestured me in. The room was neatly arranged. It was almost like the whole of my apartment back home.

There was the word again.

“I am Dante” he offered me his hand.

“Isla” I placed mine in his. I could still feel the tingle as he drew his hand back.

He cleared his throat “Get some sleep, we will talk tomorrow” he closed the door behind him.

I had questions. Lots of them. I guess they could wait till tomorrow.

Yet I dreaded what tomorrow would be.